They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

lol

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

or never left

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so an active mazelike process

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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the site i am dreaming

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

idk

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.